Page 43 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

I smile. There’s the Emma I know.

“Good,” I answer. “I don’t want to think about anyone but me seeing you with your thighs spread wide so beautifully.” I swallow, taking a step toward her. Will she let me touch her? Should I allow myself to touch her? “Fuck, picturing that might be the most exquisite sight I’ve ever imagined.”

Emma’s eyelids flutter shut with a moan. The sound of her arousal has me closing the distance between us until my shins are pressed against the mattress.

I lift the vibrator to my lips, peeking my tongue out to lick the tip of it. I groan at the taste of her as my eyes stay locked on hers. I need more. Flattening my tongue, I run it along the vibrator in a slow, long lick, reveling in the way it tastes of her.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her eyes hooded as she watches me closely. I lift my arm, holding the still-pulsating vibrator in front of my face.

“Did you come yet?”

“No.” The word is said under her breath, so low that I almost miss it.

“Do you still want to?” I press, imagining what it sounds like when she comes. Is she loud when the orgasm takes over? Do her moans echo off the walls? Or will the orgasm be so intense that her moans get stuck in her chest? Fuck, I’m desperate to know.

“Preston.” She rocks back and forth on her knees, rubbing her thighs against one another.

“Answer the question. Do you want to come, rebel?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Her fingers have gone white with how tightly she grips the hem of her T-shirt. She nods, keeping her wide blue eyes trained on me.

My eyes flick to the vibrator in my hand and back to her. “Can I make you come?” Slowly, I place one knee on the mattress, then the other, until my weight is fully supported. I still don’t touch her, waiting for her to answer me.

“How?” Her voice breaks at the end. The unmistakable sound of pure want in her voice has my cock throbbing. I fight the urge to stroke myself to relieve even the smallest amount of pressure. No matter how badly I want to, I don’t. Right now, this is all about her.

“Lie back,” I instruct, ignoring her question.

She watches me carefully, not budging an inch.

“Was my direction unclear?” I growl.

“Should we be doing this?”

“I won’t even touch you. I’ll just use the toy. It’ll just be like I’m not even here.”

She still doesn’t lie back, but her body does seem to relax slightly. “Oh, I know you’re here. It’d be impossible to forget that.”

I smile, relishing in her words. “Lie back,” I repeat, aching to see all of her. I want to make her feel good like I want my next breath. I’m desperate for it, but I need her to take the lead—at least at first—to make sure she’s okay with what’s happening.

She moans—or maybe it’s more like a groan—but she does pull one knee out from underneath her. “I’m going to be so embarrassed about this the moment you leave.”

“Don’t you dare get embarrassed. I’m so fucking turned on by the thought of you touching yourself minutes after I dropped you off. Tell me, was our kiss so good you had to touch yourself to thoughts of me just to relieve some of the tension?”

Her head falls backward. “Preston.” My name comes out more like a moan, forcing me to fight the urge to toss the vibrator to the side and use my tongue instead.

“Are you going to be a good girlfriend and follow directions?”

She bites her lip and nods. Time seems to slow down as she pulls her other leg out from underneath her and leans back. She props herself up by the elbows, letting her shoulders rest against the plush pillows behind her.

My tongue peeks out to lick my lips as I take a moment to look at her. She’s so fucking sexy, and I love that she knows it. She uses it to her advantage, and it’s making me fucking weak for her.

“Spread your thighs,” I demand.

“You do it.”

She yelps when I place the tip of the vibrator against her thigh. “Preston!” she yells, her thighs inching open slightly.

“What?” I ask innocently, crawling up the bed until my free hand rests on the pillow next to her head.

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